The next morning, Roohi was busy clutching her hair into a messy bun when a soft knock at the door interrupted her. "Come in," she called out, expecting it to be one of the servants with her morning tea.
The door creaked open, and a servant stood in the doorway, a polite smile on her face. "Someone is here to visit you, Miss Roohi," she announced.
Roohi's eyebrows shot up in surprise. "Huh? Who would it be at this hour?" she murmured to herself, wondering who could be visiting so early in the morning.
"Okay, I'll be there," she said finally, tossing her hair over her shoulder and following the servant downstairs.
As she entered the living room, she spotted Shruti sitting on the sofa. Roohi's face lit up with excitement as she rushed towards Shruti, throwing her arms around her in a warm hug.
"Shruti!" she exclaimed, pulling back to study Shruti's face. "Did you wait long?" she asked, concern etched on her features.
Shruti smiled and shook her head. "No, I just got here."
Roohi's eyes sparkled with mischief as she teased, "Did you really come to meet me, or is it just an excuse to meet bhaiya?"
Shruti's cheeks flushed a delicate pink, and she laughed. "God, you are such a tease."
Roohi grinned, pleased with herself. But before she could continue teasing Shruti, her friend stood up, a determined look on her face.
"Come on, get ready. We're going shopping," Shruti announced, her eyes shining with excitement.
Roohi's eyebrows shot up in surprise. "Shopping? At this hour?" she asked, incredulous.
But Shruti just nodded, her smile growing wider. Roohi's eyes narrowed, and she broke into a mischievous grin.
"Oh, so you want to buy a beautiful dress for today's dinner, huh?" she teased, her voice dripping with amusement.
Shruti's cheeks turned a deeper shade of pink, and she laughed. "Enough chit-chat, now get ready," she said, playfully pushing Roohi towards the stairs.
Roohi giggled and skipped upstairs, eager to start their shopping adventure.
After a while, Roohi came downstairs, looking fresh and vibrant in a bright yellow top and distressed denim jeans. Her hair was tied up in a ponytail, and her eyes sparkled with excitement as she joined Shruti in the living room.
The two friends left the Rai palace and headed to a trendy boutique in the city. As they walked into the boutique, they were immediately struck by the stunning array of dresses on display. The store was filled with racks of gorgeous garments in every color, style, and fabric imaginable.
Roohi and Shruti spent hours browsing the store, oohing and aahing over the beautiful dresses. They giggled and chatted as they searched for the perfect outfit for Shruti's dinner date with Siddharth.
As they made their way through the racks, Roohi suddenly pointed at a dress, her eyes shining with excitement. "Shruti, look!" she exclaimed.
Shruti turned towards the direction in which Roohi was pointing and saw a knee-length peach-colored dress. The dress was elegant and sophisticated, with delicate lace trim and a subtle sheen to the fabric.
Shruti's eyes narrowed as she considered the dress. "Hmm, it's nice, but..." she trailed off, unsure if the dress was quite right for her dinner date.
Roohi grinned mischievously. "Hmm, we should look for something hotter," she said, her eyes sparkling with amusement.
Shruti was about to agree, but then she realized what Roohi had just said. Her eyes widened in surprise, and she turned to Roohi.
Roohi chuckled, holding up her hands in mock defense. "I'm kidding, let's look for something else," she said, pulling Shruti's hand as they continued their search for the perfect dress.
After an hour of browsing through the racks, Roohi and Shruti were about to give up on finding the perfect dress. They had seen many beautiful garments, but none of them seemed quite right for Shruti's dinner date with Siddharth.
Just as they were about to leave the store, something caught Shruti's eye. She walked towards a mannequin standing in the corner of the room, her eyes fixed on the stunning dress draped over it.
The dress was a deep, rich red color that seemed to glow in the light. The fabric was delicate and silky.
Shruti's eyes were mesmerized by the dress, and she couldn't help but reach out and run her fingers over the delicate fabric. She felt a shiver run down her spine as she touched the dress, and she knew in that moment that she had found the perfect outfit.
Roohi appeared at Shruti's side, a look of excitement on her face. "Wow, it's the perfect dress, Shruti!" she exclaimed, her eyes shining with enthusiasm.
Shruti nodded in agreement, her eyes still fixed on the dress. "Let's buy this," Roohi said, already heading off to find a staff member to help them with the purchase.
A sales associate appeared, and Roohi asked her to pack the dress. As the associate carefully wrapped the dress in tissue paper and placed it in a bag, Shruti couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and anticipation. She knew that she was going to look stunning in the dress, and she couldn't wait to see Siddharth's reaction when he saw her.
After finding the perfect dress for Shruti, she turned to Roohi with a thoughtful expression. "Let's find something for you too," she said, her eyes sparkling with excitement.
Roohi's eyebrows shot up in surprise. "Why me?" she asked, her voice tinged with curiosity.
Shruti's smile grew wider. "What do you mean by why? Think of it as a gift for me," she said, her voice filled with persuasion.
Roohi's face turned serious, and she shook her head. "No, no, I can't! Bhaiya will scold me," she said, her voice filled with concern.
Shruti's eyes sparkled with amusement. "Will you really say no to your bhabhi?" she asked, her voice dripping with teasing.
The question caught Roohi off guard. She sighed dramatically, her eyes rolling upwards. "Well, you are going to be the boss after all," she teased, a mischievous grin spreading across her face.
Shruti laughed, and the two friends dissolved into a fit of giggles.
As the evening of the dinner date arrived, Aryan arrived at Shruti's place to pick her up. When Shruti opened the door, Aryan was taken aback by her stunning appearance. She was wearing the beautiful red dress they had picked out earlier, and it accentuated her curves perfectly.
"Ready to go?" she asked, her voice husky.
Aryan nodded, still feeling a little dazed, and they set off for the dinner venue. When they arrived, they found Siddharth already seated at the table, his eyes fixed on his phone.
As they approached, Siddharth looked up, and his eyes widened in awe. Shruti was even more beautiful than he had imagined, and the red dress hugged her curves in all the right places. He felt his heart skip a beat as she smiled at him, her eyes sparkling with warmth.
Siddharth was so mesmerized by Shruti's beauty that he forgot to speak. He simply stared, his eyes drinking in the sight of her. Shruti chuckled, a soft, throaty sound, and Siddharth felt his face grow hot with embarrassment.
Just then, Aryan cleared his throat, breaking the spell. "Ahem!" he coughed, getting both Siddharth's and Shruti's attention.
Siddharth snapped out of his trance, feeling embarrassed. "Uh...hello," he stuttered, looking at Aryan.
Aryan nodded, his expression neutral, and took a seat in the chair opposite Siddharth. He scanned the room, his eyes searching for Roohi. "Where is Roohi?" he asked.
Shruti looked around, also searching for Roohi. "Yeah, where is she?" she asked.
Siddharth shook his head, still feeling a little dazed. "She went to use the restroom," he replied, his voice still a little shaky.
As Siddharth and Shruti continued to chat, Aryan's patience began to wear thin. He had been waiting for Roohi to return from the restroom for several minutes, and his concern was growing.
"Hasn't it been too long since Roohi went to the restroom?" Aryan asked, his brow furrowed with worry.
Shruti nodded in agreement. "Yes, you're right."
Aryan quickly got up from his seat, his eyes scanning the area. "I'll go check on her," he said, his voice firm with determination.
Siddharth and Shruti nodded, and Aryan set off to find Roohi. As he turned a corner, he suddenly bumped into someone. "I'm sor—" Aryan began to apologize, but his words were cut off as he realized it was Roohi standing in front of him.
The impact of the bump had caused Roohi to lose her balance, and she was about to fall. But Aryan's quick reflexes kicked in, and he grabbed her waist, pulling her closer to him.
Roohi's eyes snapped shut as she prepared for the impact, but when she felt Aryan's hand on her waist, she slowly opened them. She was surprised to find Aryan's face inches from hers, his incredibly handsome features taking her breath away.
For a few moments, Roohi got lost in Aryan's eyes, her heart racing with excitement.
Just then Aryan noticed that her eyes were teary and his expression turned concerned. Without thinking, his hand reached out and gently grasped her cheek. "Are you okay?!" he asked, his voice filled with worry. "Why are you crying?"
Roohi was taken aback by Aryan's sudden display of care, and her heart skipped a beat. But she quickly composed herself, not wanting to reveal her true feelings. "I'm perfectly alright!" she said, forcing a smile. "There was just something in my eyes!"
Aryan's eyes narrowed slightly, as if he didn't quite believe her. "Oh, so are your eyes okay now?" he asked, his voice soft with concern.
Roohi nodded, feeling a little embarrassed. "Yep!" she said, trying to sound casual.
But as she stood there, she realized that she was still in Aryan's arms, his hand grasping her waist. She felt a flutter in her chest, and she quickly pointed to his hand. "Can you please..." she trailed off, her eyes locked on his.
Aryan looked down, realizing his mistake. He quickly let her go, rubbing his neck in embarrassment. "Sorry, I...just..." he stuttered.
Roohi smiled, trying to ease the tension. "Let's go back, bhaiya must be waiting," she said, her voice light.
Aryan nodded, still looking a little flustered. "Yeah, let's go," he said, following Roohi back to the table.
As Aryan and Roohi returned to the table, they noticed that Shruti and Siddharth's faces were etched with concern. Their brows were furrowed, and their eyes looked worried.
"What happened?" Roohi asked, her voice tinged with curiosity as she slid into her seat.
"Yeah, you two look worried," Aryan added, his eyes scanning their faces as he sat down beside Roohi.
Shruti and Siddharth looked at each other, then back at Aryan and Roohi. "Actually...we were thinking about how to convince my parents," Shruti said, her voice hesitant.
Aryan's expression turned reassuring. "Don't worry about it. I told you it will be fine. And I'm in support after all," he said, his voice filled with confidence.
But Shruti's concern didn't dissipate. "Still, you know my dad's anger very well," she said, her eyes clouding over with worry.
Roohi reached out and placed a comforting hand on Shruti's arm. "Don't worry, we will handle everything! Now don't spoil your date with these trivial things," she said, her voice firm but gentle.
Siddharth squeezed Shruti's hand in comfort, and she nodded, a small smile on her face. The tension at the table dissipated, replaced by a sense of reassurance and support.
As the evening wore on, the group's worries and concerns melted away, replaced by laughter, conversation, and warm camaraderie. They savored the exquisite food, fine wine, and each other's company, letting the stresses of the day fade into the background.
Shruti and Siddharth's faces glowed with happiness as they gazed into each other's eyes, their hands touching as they shared a romantic moment. Aryan and Roohi chatted and joked, their easy banter and playful teasing filling the air with warmth and laughter.
As the night deepened, the group's joy and relaxation became infectious, spreading to the other diners in the restaurant. The atmosphere was filled with the soft hum of conversation, the clinking of glasses, and the occasional burst of laughter, creating a sense of togetherness and shared delight.
As the evening drew to a close, the group reluctantly said their goodbyes, exchanging warm hugs. As they parted ways, they carried with them the memories of a magical evening, one that would stay with them for a long time to come.
